The blissful strings 'n' things of Amiina

For the past eight years, Amiina has been best known as Sigur Rós' string section. Since 2005, however, the Icelandic act has also struck out on its own, first with the AnimaminA EP, and now with a debut full-length, Kurr. The time spent with its countrymen has rubbed off on the all-female quartet: Its music possesses that magical, bittersweet vibe, although the sound is generally gentler and more playful than its peers. To create these same atmospherics live, the ladies have more than 30 instruments at their disposal, including laptops, electric saw, harmonium, and even tuned wineglasses. They sing as well, but not in any conventional sense — Amiina's voices are just more beautiful instruments in the entrancing mix. Amiina performs on Thursday, April 12, at the Swedish Hall at 7:30 p.m. Admission is $15-17; call 861-5016 or visit www.cafedunord.com for more info. — Michael Alan Goldberg

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